Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.